Bad day

Mrs E has been in surgery all day so far (3pm) from 7am with skin cancer. The lump is on her forehead near the hairline. The deal is that they cut away what they can see is cancerous, then check the skin underneath for any more cancer. This takes about an hour, then they cut out more and you wait another hour, and so on. So far she's been back four times and there are further "roots" to dig out. The hole is getting bigger, and my wondering is keeping up. As usual, the doctors were very reassuring, but now I'm not so sure. She may well need plastic surgery on the large hole. My main concern is the little one who thinks that anything good will be taken away is in full swing. I feel really split, one part feeling it's a good thing they found the cancer, the other thinking that Mrs E will be taken away, as that's the way it's been with everything else. Anything good is not for me, and will be taken away. So, I let her mom take her to the hospital. I've come to work to try and work through. I'm not sure if I'm escaping or in denial. I wish I hadn't come into work as I did someone a favor and booked a wedding at the end of the year, to incur the wrath of the lady who does the bookings. I had assumed that I was capable of doing this thing myself but was obviously deluded. Well, must wait for the next phone call from my beloved.